"You think it right for a good many people, though?"
"Well, you know, the many-headed beast is strong."
"For me?"
"Wait till I get at you from the pulpit."
"No; tell me now."
"Honestly?"
"Of course! I take that for granted."
"Well, then, old fellow," said he, laying a hand on Eugene's arm, with a slight gesture of caress not unusual with him, "in candor and without unkindness, yes!"
"I could never do it," said Eugene.
"Perhaps not—or, at least, not yet."